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THE WHITE DOE 




While within its bright' ning dimness, 
With the misty halo 'round her, 
Stood a beautiful white maiden" 



Page 70 



The White Doe 

THE FATE OF 
VIRGINIA DARE 



AN INDIAN LEGEND 
BY 

SALLIE 
SOUTHALL 

COTTEN 

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BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA 
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THE LIBRARY OF 

CONGRESS, 
Two Copies Received 

APR. 24 1901 

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Copyright, 1901 

Ey Sallik Southall Cotten 

All rights reserved 



TO 

The National Society 

of 

Colonial Dames of America 

WHOSE PATRIOTIC WORK HAS STIMULATED 
RESEARCH INTO AN IMPORTANT AND 
INTERESTING PERIOD OF THE HISTORY OF 

OUR BELOVED COUNTRY 



PREFACE 



A familiar knowledge of the history of one's 
own country increases patriotism and stimulates 
valor. For this reason the study of written records 
called history should be supplemented by research 
into myths, folk-lore, and legends. While the 
value of history lies ever in its truth, it must yet 
bear the ideals of the people who participated in 
the events narrated. Tradition was the mother 
of all history, and was necessarily robed in the 
superstitions of the era of which the tradition tells. 
History writers, jealously guarding the truth, have 
striven to banish all traditions which seemed colored 
by fancy or even freighted with a moral lesson. 
These exiled traditions, bearing the seed-germs of 
truth, cannot die, but, like wandering spirits, float 
down the centuries enveloped in the mists of super- 
stition, until finally, embodied in romance or song, 
they assume a permanent form called legend and 
become the heritage of a people. Legends are 
the satellites of history because they have their 

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6 PREFACE 

origin in the same events, and the history of all 
countries is interspersed with them. 

The legend of The White Doe is probably the 
oldest and possibly the least known of all the 
legends which relate to the history of the United 
States. It is a genuine American legend, and the 
facts from which it had its origin form the first 
chapter in the history of English colonization in 
North America. Those facts are found in the 
repeated attempts of Sir Walter Raleigh to estab- 
lish an English colony in the New World. The 
Spaniards were in Florida, the French were in 
Nova Scotia, but England had gained no posses- 
sions in North America when Raleigh began his 
efforts. This fact assumes more importance when 
we remember that civilization has made the greatest 
progress in those parts of America where the 
English became dominant. In South America, 
dominated by the Spaniards, civilization has made 
no strides, while in the United States a new nation 
has arisen whose ultimate destiny none may limit 
or foretell. As the gates of a new century open 
and disclose almost unlimited fields for human 
progress, this new nation, with an enthusiasm and 
courage born of success, has taken her place to 
lead in the eternal forward search for better op- 



PREFACE 7 

portunities and higher life for the human race. 
All this grand destiny, all this ripening opportunity, 
like a harvest from a few seeds, is traced back, 
event after event, to the early struggles of those 
who braved the dangers of sea and forest in the 
attempts to colonize America. Those pioneer 
efforts, so generously promoted by Sir Walter 
Raleigh, though only partially successful, were the 
stepping-stones which later led to the better-known 
settlement of Jamestown, in Virginia. A brief 
resume of those stepping-stones will make them 
familiar to all. 

In 1584 Queen Elizabeth made a grant to 
Raleigh for all the land from Nova Scotia to 
Florida, which was called Virginia, in honor of the 
Virgin Queen, as Elizabeth was called. 

The first expedition sent out under this grant 
was in the same year, 1584, and was entirely at 
the expense of Sir Walter Raleigh, as were all of 
the expeditions up to 1590. It was solely for the 
purpose of exploration, and was under the com- 
mand of Amadas and Barlowe, who, after coast- 
ing along the Atlantic shores, entered Pamlico 
Sound and landed on the island of Roanoak, 
on the coast of the present State of North Carolina. 
They made the acquaintance of the tribes there 



8 PREFACE 

resident, explored the country on the coast, and 
returned to England to bear enthusiastic testimony 
to the delightsomeness of the country. They took 
with them back to England two native Indian 
chiefs, Manteo and Wanchese, who returned to 
America on a subsequent voyage, as the official 
records tell. 

The following year, 1585, a colony of one 
hundred and seven men landed on this same island 
of Roanoak. They came organized to occupy 
and possess the land granted to Raleigh, and to 
secure such benefits therefrom as in those days 
were deemed valuable. They remained one year, 
exploring the country and trying to establish rela- 
tions with the Indians. They built houses, planted 
crops, and looked forward to the arrival of more 
men and food, which had been promised from 
England. But no ships came, provisions grew 
scarce, and before the crops they had planted were 
mature enough to harvest, Sir Francis Drake, the 
great sea-rover of that day, appeared off the 
island with a fleet of vessels. 

Knowing the dangers of that coast, he did not 
attempt to come to the island, but sent in to learn 
of the welfare of the colony, and offered to supply 
their immediate needs. They asked, among other 



PREFACE 9 

things, that their sick and weak men be taken back 
to England, that food for those who remained be 
given them, and for a vessel in which they might 
return home if they so desired, all of which Drake 
granted. But a dreadful storm arose, which lasted 
three days and drove the promised vessel out to 
sea, with a goodly number o( the colonists and 
the promised food on board. Seeing thus a part 
of their number and their food gone, the remain- 
ing colonists became homesick and panic-stricken 
and begged Drake to take them all to England, 
which he did. Thus ended the first attempt at 
English colonization in North America. 

Fifteen days after their departure Sir Richard 
Grenville arrived with three vessels, bringing the 
promised supplies, but found the men gone. 
Wishing to hold the country for England until 
another colony could arrive, he left fifteen men 
on the island with provisions for two years, and he 
returned to England. Those fifteen men are sup- 
posed to have been murdered and captured by 
the Indians, as the next colony found only some 
bones, a ruined fort, and empty houses in which 
deer were feeding. 

The leaving of those fifteen men is considered 
the second attempt at colonization, and is recog- 



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nized as a failure. But all success is built only 
by persistent repetition of effort, and so, in 1587, 
another colony came from England to this same 
island of Roanoak. Among those colonists were 
seventeen women and nine children, thus proving 
the intention of making permanent homes, and 
the hope of establishing family ties which should 
for all time unite England and North America. 
A few days after the arrival of this colony at 
Roanoak, Virginia Dare was born, — she being the 
first child born of English parents on the soil of 
North America, — and because she was the first 
child born in Virginia she was called Virginia. 
Her mother, Eleanor Dare, was the daughter of 
John White, the governor of the colony, and the 
wife of one of the assistant governors. 

The Sunday following her birth she was baptized, 
this being another fact of official record. 

By Sir Walter Raleigh's command the rite of 
baptism had been administered, a few days earlier, 
to Manteo, an Indian chief, who had visited 
England with a returning expedition, as previously 
mentioned. This baptism of the adult Indian and 
of the white infant were the first Christian sacra- 
ments administered in North America, and are 
worthy of commemoration. 



PREFACE 1 1 

The colonists soon found that to make possible 
and permanent their home in a new land many 
things were needed more than they had provided. 
So at their urgent request their leader, Governor 
White, grandfather of Virginia Dare, consented 
to return to England to secure the needed sup- 
plies, with which he was to return to them the 
following year. When White reached England he 
found war going on with Spain, and England 
threatened with an invasion by the famous Spanish 
Armada. His queen needed and demanded his 
services, and not until 15 90 — three years later — did 
he succeed in returning to America. When at last 
he came the colonists had disappeared, and the 
only clue to their fate was the word " Croatoan," 
which he found carved on a tree ; it having been 
agreed between them that if they changed their 
place of abode in his absence they would carve 
on a tree the name of the place to which they 
had gone. 

The arrival of those colonists, the birth and 
baptism of Virginia Dare, the return of White to 
England, the disappearance of the colony, and the 
finding of the word Croatoan, these facts form 
the record of that colony, the disappearance of 
which is a mystery which history has not solved. 



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But tradition illumines many periods of the 
past which history leaves in darkness, and tradi- 
tion tells how this colony found among friendly 
Indians a refuge from the dangers of Roanoak 
Island, and how this infant grew into fair maiden- 
hood, and was changed by the sorcery of a re- 
jected lover into a white doc, which roamed the 
lonely island and bore a charmed life, and how 
finally true love triumphed over magic and restored 
her to human form, — only to result in the death 
of the maiden from a silver arrow shot by a cruel 
chieftain. 

This tradition of a white doe and a silver 
arrow has survived through three centuries, and 
not only lingers where the events occurred, but 
some portions of it are found wherever in our 
land forests abound and deer abide. From Maine 
to Florida lumbermen are everywhere familiar 
with an old superstition that to see a white doe 
is an evil omen. In some localities lumbermen 
will quit work if a white deer is seen. That 
such a creature as a white deer really exists is 
demonstrated by their capture and exhibition in 
menageries, and to-day the rude hunters of the 
Alleghany Mountains believe that only a silver 
arrow will kill a white deer. 



PREFACE 13 

The disappearance of this colony has been truly 
called "the tragedy of American colonization," 
and around it has hung a pathetic interest which 
ever leads to renewed investigation, in the hope 
of solving the mystery. From recent search into 
the subject by students of history a chain of 
evidence has been woven from which it has come 
to be believed that the lost colony, hopeless of 
succor from England, and deprived of all other 
human associations, became a part of a tribe of 
friendly Croatoan Indians, shared their wander- 
ings, and intermarried with them, and that their 
descendants are to be found to-day among the 
Croatoan Indians of Robeson County, North 
Carolina. 

(Those who desire to investigate this supposed 
solution of the mystery can easily secure the facts 
and the conclusions formed by those who have 
made a careful study of the subject.) 

Of course, it can never be known certainly 
whether Virginia Dare was or was not of that 
number, but the full tradition of her life among 
the Indians is embodied in the legend of The 
White Doe. 

Much has been written about the Indian prin- 
cess Pocahontas, and much sentiment has clustered 



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around her association with the Jamestown colony, 
while few have given thought to the young English 
girl whose birth, baptism, and mysterious disap- 
pearance link her forever with the earlier tragedies 
of the same era of history. It seems a strange 
coincidence that the Indian maiden Pocahontas, 
friend and companion of the White Man, having 
adopted his people as her own, should sleep in 
death on English soil, while the English maiden, 
Virginia Dare, friend and companion of the Red 
Man, having adopted his people as her own, should 
sleep in death on American soil, — the two maidens 
thus exchanging nationality, and linking in life 
and in death the two countries whose destinies 
seem most naturally to intermingle. 

The scattered fragments of this legend have 
been carefully collected and woven into symmetry 
for preservation. Notes from authentic sources 
have been appended for the benefit of searchers 
into the historical basis of the poem, which is 
offered to the public with the hope that it may 
increase interest in the early history of our home 
land and strengthen the tie which binds England 
and the United States. 

Sallie Southall Gotten. 



CONTENTS 



PAGB 

Preface 5 

Prologue 19 

The Seeds of Truth 23 

THE LEGEND OF THE WHITE DOE 

I. — The Refugees 31 

II. — The Pale-Face Maiden 42 

III. — Savage Sorcery 46 

IV. — The Counter-Charm 55 

V.~ The Hunt 63 

VI.— The Silver Arrow 72 

Appendix 81 



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ILLUSTRATIONS 



i "While within its bright' fling dimness, 
With the misty halo 'round her, 
Stood a beautiful white maiden" Frontispiece 

^ 2 The Arrival of the Englishmen in Virginia 23 

y 

3 ' ' The Fierce, Brawny Red Man is King of the 

Wold" 24 

▼ 4 The Land-of- Wiud-and- Water 32 

v j Man-te-o, a Chief e Lorde of Roanoak 34 

v 6 "Then a New Ca?ioe he fashioned" 52 






The Magician of Po-mou-ik j8 



Frontispiece from an original drawing by May Louise 
Barrett. 

Maps and remaining illustrations reproduced from 
Theodore de Bry's edition of "The True Pictures and 
Fashions of the People in that Parte of America now 
called Virginia," 1590. 



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PROLOGUE 



In the tomb of vanished ages sleep th* ungarnered truths 

of Time, 
Where the pall of silence covers deeds of honor and of 

crime ; 
Deeds of sacrifice and danger, which the careless earth 

forgets, 
There, in ever-deep' ning shadows, lie embalmed in mute 

regrets. 
Would-be-gleaners of the Present vainly grope amid this 

gloom ; 
Flowers of Truth to be immortal must be gathered while 

they bloom, 
Else they pass into the Silence, man's neglect their only 

blight, 
And the Gleaner of the Ages stores them far from human 

sight. 
Yet a perfume, sweet and subtle, lingers where each 

flower grew, 
Rising from the shattered petals, bathed and freshened by 

the dew ; 
And this perfume, in the twilight, forms a mist beneath 

the skies, 
Out of which, like airy phantoms, legends and traditions 

rise ; 
For the Seeds of Truth are buried in a legend's inmost 

heart, 
To transplant them in the sunlight justifies the poet's art. 

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THE SEEDS OF TRUTH 



THE SEEDS OF TRUTH 

ROANOAK, I587 

Shimmering waters, aweary of tossing, 
Hopeful of rest, ripple on to the shore ; 
Dimpling with light, as they waver and quiver, 
Echoing faintly the ocean's wild roar. 
Locked in the arms of the tremulous waters 
Nestles an island, with beauty abloom, 
Where the warm kiss of an amorous summer 
Fills all the air with a languid perfume. 
Windward, the roar of the turbulent breakers 
Warns of the dangers of rock and of reef; 
Burdened with mem'ries of sorrowful shipwreck, 
They break on the sands in torrents of grief. 
Leeward, the forest, grown giant in greenness, 
Shelters a land where a fervid sun shines ; 
Wild with the beauty of riotous nature, 
Thick with the tangles of fruit-laden vines.* 
From fragrant clusters, grown purple with ripeness, 
Rare, spicy odors float out to the sea,f 
Where the gray gulls flit with restless endeavor, 
Skimming the waves in their frolicsome glee. 

* See Appendix, Note a. f See Appendix, Note b. 

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24 THE SEEDS OF TRUTH 

Out from the shore stalks the stately white 

heron, 
Seeking his food from the deep without fear, 
Gracefully waving wide wings as he rises 
When the canoe of the Indian draws near. 
Through reedy brake and the tangled sea-grasses 
Wander the stag and the timid-eyed doe * 
Down to the water's edge, watchful and wary 
For arrows that fly from the red hunter's bow. 
Fearless Red Hunter ! his birthright the forest, 
Lithe as the antelope, joyous and free. 
Trusting his bow for his food and his free- 
dom, 
Wresting a tribute from forest and sea, 
No chilling forecast of doom in the future 
Daunts his brave spirit, by freedom made bold. 
Far o'er the wildwood he roams at his pleasure, 
The fierce, brawny Red Man is king of the wold. 

Lo ! in the offing the white sails are gleaming, 
Ships from afar to the land drawing nigh ; 
Laden with men, strong and brave to meet dan- 
ger, 
Stalwart of form, fair of skin, blue of eye. 

* See Appendix, Note c. 



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THE SEEDS OF TRUTH 25 

Boldly they land where the white man is alien ; 
Women are with them, with hearts true and brave ; 
Sadly they stand where their countrymen perished,* 
Seeking a home where they found but a grave. 

Friendly red hunters greet them with kindness, 
Tell the sad tale how their countrymen died,f 
Beg for a token of friendship and safety, f 
Promise in love and in peace to abide. 
Manteo's heart glows with friendly remembrance, 
He greets them as brothers and offers good 

cheer ; 
No thrill of welcome is felt by Wanchese.J 
His heart is bitter with malice and fear. 
Envying men his superiors in wisdom, 
Fearing a race his superiors in skill ; 
Sullen and silent he watches the strangers, 
Whom from the first he determines to kill. 

Then the sign of the Cross, on the brow of the 

Indian, § 
Seals to the savage the promise of life ; 
Sweet symbol of sacrifice, emblem of duty, 
Standard of Peace, though borne amidst strife : 

* See Appendix, Note d. % Pronounced Wan-chess-e. 

f See Appendix, Note e. % See Appendix, Note f. 



26 THE SEEDS OF TRUTH 

Draped with the sombre, stained banner of Con- 
quest, 
Dark with the guilt of mans murder and greed, 

Yet bright with God's message of love and for- 
es o 

giveness 
Unto a universe welded to creed. 

Gently the morning breeze tosses the tree-tops, 

Low ebbs the tide on the outlying sand ; 

When a tiny white babe opens eyes to the sun- 
light,* 

Heaven's sweet pledge for the weal of the 
land. 

Babe of the Wilderness ! tenderly cherished ! 

Signed with the Cross on the next Sabbath 
Day; 

Brave English Mother ! through danger and sor- 
row, 

For a nation of Christians thou leadest the way. 

Back to the home-land, across the deep water, 
Goes the wise leader, their needs to abate ; f 
Leaving with sorrow the babe and its mother 
In a strange land as a hostage to Fate. 

* See Appendix, Note g. f See Appendix, Note h. 



THE SEEDS OF TRUTH 27 

Many long months pass in busy home-making, 
Sweet English customs prevail on the isle ; 
Anxious eyes watch for the ship in the offing, 
Saddened hearts droop, but the lips bravely smile. 

Gone are the sweet dreamy days of the summer, 
In from the ocean the winter winds shriek ; 
Dangers encompass and enemies threaten, 
Mother and child other refuge must seek. 
Mother and child, as in Bethlehem story, 
Flee from the hate of their blood-thirsty foes ; 
Hopeless of help from their own land and people, 
They seek friendly tribes to find rest from their 
woes. 

To the fair borders of Croatoan Island, 
Over the night-covered waters they flee ; 
Seeking for safety with Manteo's people, 
Leaving the word "Croatoan" on a tree.* 
Name of the refuge in which they sought shelter, 
Only the name of a tribe, nothing more ; * 
Sign whereby those who would seek them might 

follow 
To their new home on the Croatoan' s shore. 



See Appendix, Note /'. 



28 THE SEEDS OF TRUTH 

Why did they leave the rude fort they had 

builded ? 
Why did they seek far away a new home? 
O innocent babe ! Roanoak's lost nestling ! 
How shall we learn where thy footsteps did roam ? 
'Mid the rude tribes of the primeval forest, 
Bearing the signet of Christ on thv brow, 
Wert thou the teacher and guide of the savage? 
Who, of thy mission, can aught tell us now ? 
Through the dim ages comes only the perfume, 
Left where the flowers of Truth fell to earth ; 
With ne'er a gleaner to treasure the blossoms, 
Save the sweet petals of baptism and birth. 
Vainly we seek on Time's shore for thy footprints, 
Hid in a mist of pathos is thy fate ; 
Yet of a life under savage enchantment 
Quaint Indian legends do strangely relate. 



THE LEGEND OF THE WHITE DOE 



THE REFUGEES 

In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water, 
Loud the sea bemoaned its sameness ; 
Dashing shoreward with impatience 
To explore the landward mysteries. 
On the sand the waves spread boldly, 
Vainly striving to reach higher ; 
Then abashed by vain ambition, 
Glided to their ordained duty. 
There the pine-tree, tall and stately, 
Whispered low the ocean's murmur ; 
Strove to soothe the restless waters 
With its lullaby of sighing. 
There the tall and dank sea- grasses, 
From the storm-tide gathered secrets 
Of the caverns filled with treasures, 
Milky pearls and tinted coral, 
Stores of amber and of jacinth, 
In the caves festooned with sea-weed, 
Where the Sea-King held his revels 
And the Naiads danced in beauty. 

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32 THE REFUGEES 

In this Land-of-Wind-and-Water, 
Dowered with the sunshine's splendor, 
Juicy grapes grew in profusion, 
Draping all the trees with greenness, 
And the maize grew hard and yellow, 
With the sunshine in its kernels. 
Through the forest roamed the black bear, 
And the red deer boldly herded ; 
Through the air flew birds of flavor, 
And the sea was full of fishes, 
Till the Red Man knew no hunger, 
And his wigwam hung with trophies. 

There brave Man-te-o, the Faithful, 
Ruled the Cro-a-to-ans with firmness, 
Dwelt in peace beside the waters, 
Smoked his pipe beneath the pine-tree, 
Gazed will) pride upon his bear-skins 
Which hung ready for the winter. 
Told his people all the marvels 
Of the Land-of-the- Pale-Faces ; 
Of the ships with wings like sea-birds 
Wherein he had crossed the water ; * 
Of the Pale-Face Weroanza f 

* See Appendix, Note /. f Queen Elizabeth. 







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The Land 



THE REFUGEES 33 

Whom he saw in her own country ; 

Of her robes of silken texture, 

Of her wisdom and her power ; 

Told them of her warlike people 

And their ships which breathed the lightning. 

How he pledged with them a friendship, 

Hoping they would come to teach him 

How to make his people mighty, 

How to make them strong in battle 

So the other tribes would fear them. 

And the dream of future greatness 

Filled the Cro-a-to-ans with courage ; 

And their hearts grew warm and friendly 

To the race of white-faced strangers. 

When bold white men came among them, 
To the isle of Ro-a-no-ak, 
Man-te-o, the friendly Weroance, 
Faithful proved to all his pledges. 
Smoked with them the pipe of friendship, 
Took their God to be his Father ; 
Took upon his swarthy forehead 
Their strange emblem of salvation,* 
Emblem of the One Great Spirit, 
Father of all tribes and nations. 

* See Appendix, Note f. 
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34 THE REFUGEES 

Man-te-o, the friend and brother, 
Bade them fear the false Wan-ches-e, 
And the Weroance Win-gin-a, 
Whose hearts burned with bitter hatred 
For the men they feared in combat, 
For the strangers who defied them. 



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When the Pale-Face, weak and hungry, 
Feeble from continued labor, 
Shivered in the blasts of winter 
Which blew cold across the water, 
Then Wan-ches-e planned their ruin, 
With Win-gin-a sought to slay them. 

To the isle of Ro-a-no-ak, 
Where the Pale-Face slept unguarded, 
Sped the swift canoes of Red Men, 
Gliding through the silent shadows. 
As the sky grew red with dawning,* 
While they dreamed of home and kindred, 
Suddenly with whoop of murder 
Wily Indians swarmed around them. 

Skill of Pale-Face, craft of Red Man, 
Met in fierce, determined battle ; 

* See Appendix, Note m. 




Man-te-o, a chiefe lorde of Roanoak 



THE REFUGEES 35 

While within the Fort called Ralegh 
Many arrows fell, like raindrops. 
Arrows tipped with serpent's poison, 
Arrows tipped with blazing rosin, 
Winged with savage thirst for murder, 
Aimed with cruel skill to torture. 
Threatened by the blazing roof-tree 
Then the Pale-Face crouched in terror ; 
Saw the folly of resistance, 
Feared his doom, and fled for safety. 

Man-te-o, alert for danger, 
From afar saw signs of conflict ; 
Saw the waves of smoke ascending 
Heavenward, like prayers for rescue. 
Swift, with boats and trusty warriors, 
Crossed he then to Ro-a-no-ak ; 
Strong to help his Pale-Face brothers, 
Faithful to his friendly pledges. 

As the daylight slowly faded, 
Hopeless of the bloody struggle, 
Stealthily the Pale-Face warriors 
Fled with Man-te-o' s brave people. 
Left they then the Fort called Ralegh, 
Left the dead within its stockade ; 



3 6 THE REFUGEES 

Sought another island refuge, 
Hoping there to rest in safety. 

Man-te-o sought for the mother,* 
She with babe there born and nurtured 
'Neath the shadow of disaster, 
In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water. 
"Come," said he, "the darkness falleth, 
All your people must flee henceward ; 
Wan-ches-e will show no mercy, 
You must not become his captive. 
Take the papoose from thy bosom, 
Call the white chief whom thou lovest, 
Haste with me upon the flood-tide 
To my wigwam on Wo-ko-kon." 

Noiseless, she amid the conflict 
Sought her heart's mate to flee with her ; 
Useless all the strife and courage, 
Useless all the rude home-making ; 
Shrine for worship, fort for safety, 
Hope of future peace and plenty, 
All were vain ; yet life we cherish, 
Far above all boons we hold it : 
So she hastened on her mission 
For the life of self and loved ones. 

* Eleanor Dare. 



THE REFUGEES 37 

As they neared the island border, 
Pale-Face husband, child, and mother, 
Man-te-o in silence leading, 
Every sense alive to danger, 
Suddenly the Pale-Face father 
Thought him of the parting caution 
Given by their absent leader : 
If they fled in search of safety 
On a tree to leave a token, 
Whereby he might surely find them, 
In the land which gave them shelter, 
When he came again to seek them/ 

By his side a sturdy live-oak 
Spread its green, protecting branches ; 
Quick he strove to carve the token 
Which should speak to all who followed. 
C. R. O., in bold, plain letters * 
Cut he in the tree's firm body, 
When a random, poisoned arrow 
Pierced his heart, and he fell lifeless. 

With a smothered cry of horror, 
In an agony of sorrow, 



* See Appendix, Note k. 



38 THE REFUGEES 

She would fain have lingered near him, 
But that Man-te-o urged onward. 
If discovered, flight was futile, 
Weakness now meant worse disaster ; 
She must save her helpless baby 
Though her heart be rent with anguish. 

Frantic with love's desolation, 

Strong with thoughts of home and father, 

With a woman's wondrous calmness 

When great peril calls for action, 

Safe she placed the sleeping infant 

'Cross the brawny arms of Man-te-o, 

While with knife drawn from his girdle 

Carved she on another live-oak 

Plain, the one word " CROATOAN" * 

As a sign to all her people. 

Trusting all to savage friendship, 

Cutting hope with every letter, 

Praying God to guide her father 

To the haven she was seeking. 

Trust is woman's strongest bulwark, 
All true manhood yields unto it. 

* See Appendix, Note k. 



THE REFUGEES 39 

As her sad eyes turned upon him 
Man-te-o was moved with pity 
For the brave and tender woman, 
Friendless in the land without him. 

On the brow of Pale-Face baby 
First he made the Holy Cross-Sign ; 
Then upon the sad-eyed mother 
Traced the sign her people taught him ; 
Then again the sacred symbol 
Outlined on his own dark forehead ; 
And with open hand uplifted 
Sealed his promise of protection ; 
Linking thus his pledge of safety 
With her faith in Unseen Power. 

Mute with grief, she trusted in him ; 
In his boat they crossed the water, 
While the night fell like a mantle 
Spread in mercy to help save them. 

When in Cro-a-to-an they landed, 
There they found the few survivors 
Of that day of doom to many, 
Glad once more to greet each other. 
Man-te-o within his wigwam 



4 o THE REFUGEES 

From the cold wind gave them shelter, 
Shared with them his furry bear-skins, 
Made them warm, and warmth gave courage 
To meet life's relentless duties. 

Then he summoned all the people, 
Called the old men and the young men, 
Bade the squaws to come and listen, 
Showed the papoose to the women. 
They gazed on its tender whiteness, 
Stroked the mother's flaxen tresses ; 
"'Tis a snow-papoose" they whispered, 
" It will melt when comes the summer." 

Man-te-o said to the warriors : 
"Ye all know these Pale-Face people 
Whom Wan-ches-e sought to murder, 
They have often made us welcome. 
Brave their hearts, but few are living, 
If left friendless these will perish ; 
We have store of corn and venison, 
They are hungry, let us feed them ; 
They have lightning for their arrows, 
Let them teach us how to shoot it. 
They with us shall search the forest, 
And our game shall be abundant ; 



THE REFUGEES 41 

Let them teach us their strange wisdom 
And become with us one people." 

And the old men, grave in counsel, 
And the young men, mute with deference, 
While the uppowoc * was burning, 
Pondered on his words thus spoken, 
And to Man-te-o gave answer : 
"All your words are full of wisdom; 
We will share with them our venison, 
They shall be as our own people." 

From the isle of Ro-a-no-ak 
Thus the Pale-Face fled for succor, 
Thus in Cro-a-to-an's fair borders 
Found a home with friendly Red Men. 
Nevermore to see white faces, 
Nevermore to see their home-land, 
Yet to all the future ages 
Sending proof of honest daring ; 
Forging thus a link of effort 
In the chain of human progress. 

* Tobacco. 



IT 



II 

THE PALE-FACE MAIDEN 

Nature feels no throb of pity, 
Makes no pause for human heartbreak ; 
Though with agony we quiver, 
She gives forth no sign of feeling. 
Waxed and waned the moon, in season, 
Ebbed and flowed the tides obedient ; 
Summers filled the land with plenty, 
Winters chilled the summers' ardor. 
No winged ships gleamed in the offing ; 
No Pale-Faces sought their kindred ; 
In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water 
Roamed the Red Man unmolested. 

While the babe of Ro-a-no-ak 
Grew in strength and wondrous beauty ; 
Like a flower of the wildwood, 
Bloomed beside the Indian maidens. 
And Wi-no-na Ska* they called her, 
She of all the maidens fairest. 

- Literally, "first-born white daughter." 
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THE PALE-FACE MAIDEN 43 

In the tangles of her tresses 

Sunbeams lingered, pale and yellow ; 

In her eyes the limpid blueness 

Of the noonday sky was mirrored. 

And the squaws of darksome features 

Smiled upon her fair young beauty ; 

Felt their woman hearts within them 

Warming to the Pale-Face maiden. 

And the braves, who scorned all weakness, 

Listened to her artless prattle, 

While their savage natures softened, 

Of the change themselves unconscious. 



Like the light of summer morning 
Beaming on a world in slumber 
Was the face of young Wi-no-na 
To the Cro-a-to-ans who loved her. 
She, whose mind bore in its dawning 
Impress of developed races, 
To the rude, untutored savage 
Seemed divinely 'dowed with reason. 
She, the heir of civilization, 
They, the slaves of superstition, 
Gave to her a silent rev'rence, 
Growing better with such giving. 



44 THE PALE-FACE MAIDEN 

Oft she told them that the Cross-Sign, 
Made by Man-te-o before them 
When he talked to his own nation, 
Was the symbol of a Spirit 
Great, and good, and wise, and loving ; 
He who kept the maize-fields fruitful, 
He who filled the sea with fishes, 
He who made the sun to warm them 
And sent game to feed His children. 



If, when in their games or councils, 

They grew quarrelsome and angry, 

Suddenly among them standing 

Was a maiden like the sunrise, 

Making with her taper finger 

This strange sign which they respected ; 

And without a word of pleading 

Strife and wrath would no more vex them, 

While the influence of her presence 

Lingered 'round them like enchantment. 



Thus the babe of Ro-a-no-ak 
Grew to be the joy and teacher 
Of a tribe of native heathen 



THE PALE-FACE MAIDEN 45 

In the land which gave her shelter. 
And the tide of her affections 
Flowed to those who gave her friendship ; 
Whom alone she knew as human, 
Whom to her became as kindred. 



Ill 

SAVAGE SORCERY 

Man-to-ac, the Mighty Father, 

When he rilled the earth with blessings, 

Deep within the heart of Woman 

Hid the burning Need-of-Loving ; 

Which through her should warm the ages 

With a flame of mutual feeling, 

Throbbing through her sons and daughters 

With a force beyond their power. 

And this law of human loving, 

Changeless through unending changes, 

Fills each living heart with yearning 

For another heart to love it ; 

And against this ceaseless craving 

Creed, nor clime, nor color standeth ; 

Heart to heart all nature crieth 

That the earth may thrill with gladness. 

So the young braves of the nation, 
Thrilled with love for fair Wi-no-na, 
Made rude ornaments to please her, 
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SAVAGE SORCERY 47 

Laid the red deer at her wigwam. 
Brought her skins of furry rabbits 
Soft and white as her own skin was ; 
Robbed the black bear and the otter 
That her bed might soft and warm be. 
And the children of the forest 

Were uplifted by such loving 

Of a higher type of being, 

Who yet throbbed with human instincts. 

Brave O-kis-ko loved the maiden 

With a love which made him noble ; 

With the love that self-forgetting 

Fills the soul with higher impulse. 

As the sun with constant fervor, 

Heat and light to earth bestowing, 

Seeks for no return of blessing, 

Feels no loss for all his giving, 

So O-kis-ko loved Wi-no-na, 

Gave her all his heart's rude homage, 

Felt no loss for all his giving, 

Loved her for the joy of loving. 

Scorned he all fatigue and danger 

Which would bring her food or pleasure ; 

And each day brought proof of fealty, 

For his deeds were more than language. 



4 8 SAVAGE SORCERY 

For her sake he tried to fasten 

To his rude canoe white pinions 

Like the winged ships of the white man, 

That with her he might sail boldly 

Out towards the rosy sunrise, 

Seeking for her lost grandsire * 

For whose coming her heart saddened. 

Though his red companions mocked him, 

His endeavor pleased the maiden, 

And her eyes beamed kindly on him, 

Though no passion stirred her pulses. 

For sweet maiden hopes and fancies 

Filled her life with happy dreaming 

Ere her woman's heart awakened 

To O-kis-ko's patient waiting. 

Waiting for her eyes to brighten 

'Neath the ardor of his glances ; 

Waiting for her soul to quicken 

With the answer to his longing ; 

Finding sweet content in silence, 

Glad each day to see and serve her. 

Now old Chi-co, the Magician, 
Also loved the fair Wi-no-na, 

* Governor White, of the lost colony. 



SAVAGE SORCERY 49 

All his youth to him returning 
As he gazed upon her beauty. 
In his wigwam pelt of gray wolf, 
Antlers of the deer and bison, 
Hung to prove his deeds of valor ; 
And he wooed the gentle maiden 
With his cunning tales of prowess. 

She would not rebuke his boasting, 
Fearful lest her words offend him ; 
For her nature kind and loving 
Could not scorn the vaunting Chi-co. 

When he walked among the maidens, 
Gay with paint and decked with feathers, 
She would look on him with kindness 
That the others might not scoff him ; 
She would smile upon his weakness, 
Though she did not wish to wed him. 

Chi-co' s love was fierce as fire 
Which from flame yields only ashes ; 
Which gives not for joy of giving, 
But demands unceasing tribute, 
More and more to feed its craving. 
He grew eager and impatient, 
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5° 



SAVAGE SORCERY 

He would share with none her favor ; 
All for him her eyes must brighten, 
Else his frown would blight her pleasure. 

When the young men played or wrestled, 

If O-kis-ko came out victor ; 

Or returning with the hunters 

He it was who bore the stag home ; 

If with eyes abrim with pleasure 

Sweet Wi-no-na smiled upon him, 

Or with timid maiden shyness 

Drooped her eyes beneath his glances, 

Then old Chi-co's heart would wither 

With the fire of jealous fury, 

Till at length in bitter anger 

He determined none should win her, 

As from him she turned in coldness. 

Wrapped in silence grim and sullen, 
Much he wandered near the water ; 
With his soul he took dark counsel, 
Seeking for devices cruel 
For the torture of his rival 
And destruction of the maiden. 

Though he rarely used his power, 
Chi-co was a great magician. 



SAVAGE SORCERY 5 1 

He knew all the spells of starlight 
And the link 'tween moon and water ; 
Knew the language of lost spirits 
And the secret of their power ; 
Knew the magic words and symbols 
Whereby man may conquer nature. 

Long he plotted,— much he brooded, 
While he gathered from the water 
Mussel-pearls all streaked and pieded,* 
All with rays like purple halos. 

Such pearls are the souls of Naiads 
Who have disobeyed the Sea-King, 
And in mussel-shells are prisoned 
For this taint of human frailty. 
When by man released from durance 
These souls, grateful for their freedom, 
Are his slaves, and ever render 
Good or evil at his bidding. 

Chi-co steeped each one he gathered 

In a bath of mystic brewing ; 

Told each purple, pieded pearl-drop 



* See Appendix, Note 



5 2 SAVAGE SORCERY 

What the evil was he plotted. 
Never once his purpose wavered, 
Never once his fury lessened ; 
Nursing vengeance as a guerdon 
While the mussel-pearls he polished. 



Then a new canoe he fashioned, 

Safe, and strong, and deep he made it ; * 

And then sought to work his magic 

On the innocent Wi-no-na ; 

Asked the maiden to go with him 

In his boat across the water. 

" Come," said he, " to Ro-a-no-ak, 

Where the waves are white with blossoms, 

Where the grapes hang ripe in clusters, 

Come with me and drink their juices." 

And the innocent Wi-no-na 
Listened to his artful pleading ; 
Went with him in search of pleasure, 
Glad to show him friendly feeling. 

While with idle stroke they floated 
To the fragrant lily-blossoms, 

* See Appendix, Note o. 



SAVAGE SORCERY 53 

He a string of pearls gave to her, 
Smooth and polished, pied and purple. 
'Round her snowy neck she placed them 
With no thought of harm or cunning ; 
And with simple, maiden speeches 
Filled the time as they sped onward. 

To each pearl had Chi-co chanted, 
Each had bathed in mystic water, 
Each held fast the same weird power, 
Till the time grew ripe for evil. 
On the waves they could not harm her, 
There the Sea-King ruled them ever ; 
But when on the shore she landed 
They would work their evil mission. 

On the shore of Ro-a-no-ak 

Chi-co sent his boat with vigor. 

Lithe and happy she sprang shoreward, 

When, — from where her foot first lightly 

Pressed the sand with human imprint, — 

On — away — towards the thicket, 

Sprang a White Doe, fleet and graceful. 

His revenge thus wrought in safety, 
Drifting seaward Chi-co chanted : 



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SAVAGE SORCERY 

" Go, White Doe, hide in the forest, 
Feed upon the sweet wild-grasses ; 
No winged arrow e'er shall harm you, 
No Red Hunter e'er shall win you ; 
Roam forever, fleet and fearless, 
Living free and yet in fetters." 

O fair maiden ! born and nurtured 
'Neath the shadow of disaster ! 
Isle of Fate was Ro-a-no-ak, 
In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water. 
Nevermore to fill with gladness 
The sad heart of stricken mother ; 
Nevermore to hear the wooing 
Of the brave and true O-kis-ko. 
Gone thy charm of youthful beauty, 
Gone tin- sway o'er savage natures ; 
Doomed to flee before the hunter, 
Doomed to roam the lonely island, 
Doomed to bondage e'en in freedom. 
Is the seal of doom eternal ? 
Hath the mussel-pearl all power? 
Cannot love thv fetters loosen? 



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IV 

THE COUNTER-CHARM 

Man-te-o and all his warriors 
Long and far sought for Wi-no-na ; 
Sought to find the sky-eyed maiden 
Sent by Man-to-ac, the Mighty, 
To the Cro-a-to-ans to bless them, 
And to make them wise and happy. 
As a being more than mortal, 
As a deity they held her ; 
And when no more seen among them 
Lamentations filled the island. 
Through Wo-ko-kon's sandy stretches, 
Through the bog-lands of Po-mou-ik, 
Even unto Das-a-mon-que-peu, 
Hunted they the missing maiden ; 
If perchance some other nation, 
Envious of their peace and plenty, 
Had the maiden boldly captured, 
For themselves to win her power. 
Louder grew their lamentations 
When they found no trail to follow ; 

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56 THE COUNTER-CHARM 

Wilder grew their threats of vengeance 
'Gainst the tribe which held her captive. 

While they wailed the Pale-Face Mother, 
She who once was brave for love's sake, 
Weak from hardships new and wearing, 
Utterly bereft of kindred, 
Her heart's comfort thus torn from her, 
Died beneath her weight of sorrow. 
And a pity, soft and human, 
Though he knew no name to call it, 
Thrilled the Red Man as he laid her 
'Neath the forest leaves to slumber. 

But the wary, wily Chi-cb 
Told his secret unto no one, 
While he listened to the stories, 
Strange and true, told by the hunters 
Of a fleet and graceful White Doe 
On the banks of Ro-a-no-ak. 
And the hunters said, no arrow 
Howsoever aimed could reach her ; 
Said the deer herd round her gathered, 
And where e'er she led they followed. 

The old women of the nation 

Heard the tales about this White Doe. 



THE COUNTER-CHARM 57 

Children they of superstition, 

With their faith firm in enchantment, 

Linked the going of the maiden 

With the coming of the White Doe. 

They believed in magic powers, 

They knew Chi-co's hopeless passion, 

So they shook their heads and whispered, 

Looked mysterious at each other, 

"Ho," they whispered to each other, 

" Chi-co is a great Magician, 

Chi-co should go hunt this White Doe ; 

He is not too old for loving ; 

Love keeps step with Youth and Courage ; 

Old age should not make him tremble. 

Timid is a doe, and gentle 

Like a maiden, — like Wi-no-na. 

Oho ! Oho !" and they chuckled, 

Casting dark looks at old Chi-co, 

"He," said they, "has 'witched our maiden." 

When O-kis-ko heard the whispers 
Of the garrulous old women, 
Glad belief he gave unto them 
That the Doe on Ro-a-no-ak 
Was in truth the Pale-Face Maiden 
Wrung from him by cruel magic. 



58 THE COUNTER-CHARM 

He was not a gabbling boaster, 
He could think and act in silence ; 
And alone he roamed the island 
Seeking this White Doe to capture, 
So that he might tame and keep her 
Near him to assuage his sorrow. 

All in vain, — no hand could touch her. 
All in vain, — no hunter won her. 
Up the dunes of Ro-a-no-ak 
Still she led the herd of wild deer. 

Then O-kis-ko sought We-nau-don, 
The Magician of Po-mou-ik.* 
Gave him store of skins and wampum, 
Promised all his greed demanded, 
If he would restore the maiden, 
Break the spell which held her spirit. 

In his heart We-nau-don cherished 
Hatred for his rival Chi-co 
For some boyhood's cause of anger, 
For defeat in public wrestling ; 
And because of this he welcomed 

* See Appendix, Note s. 



'r."_/< !'; '* 




THE COUNTER-CHARM 59 

Now the time to vent his malice. 
So he promised from enchantment 
To release the captive maiden. 

In the days of pristine nature, 

In the dells of Ro-a-no-ak, 

Bubbling from the earth's dark caverns, 

Was a spring of magic water. 

There the Naiads held their revels, 

There in secret met their lovers ; 

And they laid a spell upon it 

Which should make true lovers happy ; 

For to them true love was precious. 

He who drank of it at midnight 
When the Harvest Moon was brightest, 
Using as a drinking-vessel 
Skull-bowl of his greatest rival 
Killed in open, honest combat, 
And by summer sunshine whitened, 
He gained youth perennial from it 
And the heart he wished to love him. 

He who bathed within its waters, 
Having killed a dove while moaning, 



6o THE COUNTER-CHARM 

And had killed no other creature 

Since three crescent moons had rounded 

Vowing to be kind and helpful 

To the sad and weary-hearted : 

He received the magic power 

To undo all spells of evil 

Which divided faithful lovers. 

In this spring had bathed We-nau-don, 
And he held its secrets sacred ; 
But a feeling ever moved him 
To make glad the heavy-hearted. 
So he showed unto O-kis-ko 
Where to find the magic water ; 
With this counter-charm, he told him 
How to free the charmed Wi-no-na : 

" In a shark's tooth, long and narrow 

In a closely wrought triangle, 

Set three mussel-pearls of purple, 

Smooth and polished with much rubbing. 

To an arrow of witch-hazel, 

New, and fashioned very slender, 

Set the shark's tooth, long and narrow, 

With its pearl-inlaid triangle. 

From the wing of living heron 



THE COUNTER-CHARM 61 

Pluck one feather, white and trusty ; 

With this feather wing the arrow, 

That it swerve not as it flyeth. 

Fashioned thus with care and caution, 

Let no mortal eye gaze on it ; 

Tell no mortal of your purpose ; 

Secretly at sunset place it 

In the spring of magic water. 

Let it rest there through three sunsets, 

Then when sunrise gilds the tree-tops 

Take it dripping from the water, 

At the rising sun straight point it, 

While three times these words repeating : 

Mussel-pearl arrow, to her heart go ; 

Loosen the fetters which bind the White Doe ; 

Bring the lost maiden back to O-kis-ko. 

With this arrow hunt the White Doe, 

Have no timid fear of wounding ; 

When her heart it enters boldly 

Chi-co's charm will melt before it." 

Every word O-kis-ko heeded, 
Hope, once dead, now cheered his spirit. 
From the sea three pearls he gathered ; 
From the thicket brought witch-hazel 
For the making of the arrow ; 



62 THE COUNTER-CHARM 

From the heron's wing a feather 
Plucked to true its speed in flying. 
Patiently he cut and labored, 
As for love's sake man will labor ; 
Shaped the arrow, new and slender, 
Set the pearls into the shark's tooth, 
Fastened firm the heron's feather, 
With a faith which mastered reason. 
In the magic spring he steeped it, 
Watching lest some eye should see it ; 
Through three sunsets steeped and watched it 
Three times o'er the charm repeated 
While the sunrise touched the tree-tops ; 
Then prepared to test its power. 



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V 

THE HUNT 

In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water 
Long the Summer-Glory lingered, 
Loath to yield its ripened beauty 
To the cold embrace of Winter. 
And the greenness of the forest 
Gave no sign of coming treason, 
Till the White Frost without warning 
Hung his banners from the tree-tops. 
Then a blush of brilliant color 
Decked each shrub with tinted beauty ; 
Gold, and brown, and scarlet mingled 
Till no color seemed triumphant; 
And the Summer doomed to exile 
Fled before the chilling Autumn. 

While the glow of colors deepened, 
The proud Weroance Win-gin-a, 
Chief of Das-a-mon-gue-pue land, 
Made a feast for all his people ; 
Called them forth with bow and arrow 
To a test of skill and valor. 

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64 THE HUNT 

He was weary of the mysteries 
Whispered of the famous White Doe, 
Whose strange courage feared no hunter, 
For no arrow ever reached her. 
"Ha!" said he, "a skilful hunter 
Is not daunted by a white doe ; 
Craven hearts make trembling fingers, 
Arrows fail when shot by cowards. 
/ will shoot this doe so fearless, 
Her white skin shall be my mantle,* 
Her white meat shall serve for feasting, 
And my braves shall cease from fearing. 
From the fields the maize invites us, 
Sturgeons have been fat and plenty. 
We are weary of fish-eating, 
We will feast on meat of white deer." 

Messengers of invitation 
Sent he to the other nations, 
Saying, "Come and hunt the White Doe, 
Bring your surest, fleetest arrows ; 
We will eat the meat of white deer, 
We will drink the purple grape-juice, 
Burn the uppowoc in pipe-bowls, 
While we shame the trembling hunters." 

* See Appendix, Note/. 



THE HUNT 65 

But the Cro-a-to-ans kept silence, 

Sent no answer to his greeting. 

They believed the charmed White Doe 

Was Wi-no-na Ska's pure spirit, 

Who in freedom still was happy, 

And they would not wound or harm her, 

They would shoot no arrows at her, 

Nor help feast upon her body. 

Then O-kis-ko answered boldly ; 

" I will go and hunt this White Doe, 

I will shoot from my own ambush, 

I will take my fleetest arrow." 

And the men and women wondered, 

For they knew his former loving. 

But O-kis-ko kept his secret, 

Showed no one his new-made arrow ; 

'Round his shoulders threw a mantle 

Made of skins of many sea-gulls, 

So that he could hide his arrow, 

And no mortal eye could see it 

Till he sent it on its mission 

Winged with magic, fraught with mercy. 

Thus he went to Ro-a-no-ak, 
Love, and hope, and faith impelling, 
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66 THE HUNT 

Conscious of his aim unerring, 
Trusting in the arrow's power. 

From Po-mou-ik came Wan-ches-e, 
For the hunt and feast impatient, 
Boasting of his skill and valor, 
Saying in his loud vainglory : 
"I will teach the braves to shoot deer, 
Young men now are not great hunters, 
Hearts like squaws they have within them, 
Nothing fears them but a papoose." 

Wan-ches-e had crossed the water * 
In the ships with wings like sea-birds, 
And the Pale-Face Weroanza, 
Whom he saw in her own country, 
Him to please and show her friendship, 
Gave an arrow-head of silver 
To him as a mark of favor. 

This he now brought proudly with him, 
As of all his arrows fleetest ; 
Bearing in its lustrous metal, 
As he thought, some gift of power 



* See Appendix, Note /. 



THE HUNT 67 

From the mighty Weroanza 

Which would bring success unto him ; 

And the warriors all would praise him 

As around the feast they gathered, 

Saying as he walked among them : 

" There is none like brave Wan-ches-e, 

He can bend the bow with firmness, 

He has arrow-points of silver, 

And the White Doe falls before him." 

And he polished well the arrow 

Which he thought would bring him praises. 

Where the deer were wont to wander 
All the hunters took their stations, 
While the stalkers sought the forest, 
From its depths to start the deer-herd. 

Near the shore Win-gin-a lingered 
That he first might shoot his arrow, 
And thus have the certain glory 
Of the White Doe's death upon him. 

By a pine-tree stood Wan-ches-e 
With his silver arrow ready ; 
While O-kis-ko, unseen, waited 
Near by in his chosen ambush, 



68 THE HUNT 

Where he oft had watched the White Doe, 
Where he knew she always lingered. 

Soon the stalkers with great shouting 
Started up the frightened red deer ; 
On they came through brake and thicket, 
In the front the White Doe leading, 
With fleet foot and head uplifted, 
Daring all the herd to follow. 

Easy seemed the task of killing, 

So Win-gin-a twanged his bow-string, 

But his arrow fell beside her 

As she sprang away from danger. 

Through the tanglewood, still onward, 
Head uplifted, her feet scorning 
All the wealth of bright-hued foliage 
Which lay scattered in her pathway. 
Up the high sand-dunes she bounded, 
In her wake the whole herd followed, 
While the arrows aimed from ambush 
Fell around her ever harmless. 

On she sped, towards the water, 
Nostrils spread to sniff the sea-breeze ; 



THE HUNT 69 

Through the air a whizzing arrow- 
Flew, but did not touch the White Doe ; 
But a stag beside her bounding 
Wounded fell among the bushes, 
And the herd fled in confusion, 
Waiting now not for the leader. 

On again, with leaping footsteps, 

Tossing head turned to the sea-shore ; 

For one fatal minute standing 

Where the White Man's Fort had once stood ; 

In her eyes came wistful gleamings 

Like a lost hope's fleeting shadow. 

While with graceful poise she lingered, 

Swift, Wan-ches-e shot his arrow 

Aimed with cruel thought to kill her ; 

While from near and secret ambush, 

With unerring aim, O-kis-ko 

Forward sent his magic arrow, 

Aimed with thought of love and mercy. 

To her heart straight went both arrows, 
And with leap of pain she bounded 
From the earth, and then fell forward, 
Prone, amidst the forest splendor. 



7o THE HUNT 

O-kis-ko, with fond heart swelling, 
Wan-ches-e, with pride exultant, 
To the Doe both sprang to claim it, 
Each surprised to see the other. 

Suddenly, within the forest, 

Spread a gleaming mist around them, 

Like a dense white fog in summer, 

So they scarce could grope their pathway. 

Slowly, as if warmed by sunbeams, 

From one spot the soft mist melted, 

While within its bright' ning dimness, 

With the misty halo 'round her, 

Stood a beautiful white maiden, — 

Stood the gentle, lost Wi-no-na. 

Through her heart two arrows crosswise 
Pierced the flesh with cruel wounding ; 
Downward flowed the crimson blood-tide, 
Staining red the snow-white doe-skin 
Which with grace her form enveloped, 
While her arms with pleading gesture 
To O-kis-ko were outstretching. 

As they gazed upon the vision, 
All their souls with wonder filling ; 



THE HUNT 71 

While the white mist slowly melted, 
Prostrate fell the wounded maiden. 

Then revealed was all the myst'ry, 
Then they saw what had befallen. 
To her heart the magic arrow 
First had pierced, and lo ! Wi-no-na 
Once more breathed in form of maiden. 

But while yet the charm was passing 
Came the arrow of Wan-ches-e ; 
To her heart it pierced unerring, 
Pierced the pearl-inlaid triangle, 
Struck and broke the shark's tooth narrow, 
Charm and counter-charm undoing ; 
Leaving but a mortal maiden 
Wounded past the hope of healing. 

Woe to love, and hope, and magic ! 
Woe to hearts whom death divideth ! 
While upon her bleeding bosom 
Fatal arrows made the Cross-Sign, 
Wistful eyes she turned to Heaven ; 
"O forget not your Wi-no-na," 
Whispered she unto O-kis-ko, 
As her soul passed to the silence. 



VI 

THE SILVER ARROW 

Fear seized on the bold Wan-ches-e 

When he saw the Pale-Face maiden 

Standing where had poised the White Doe, 

Where the White Man's Fort had once stood. 

He knew naught of magic arrows, 

Nor O-kis-ko's secret mission ; 

He saw only his own arrow 

Piercing through her tender bosom. 

Never doubting but the wonder 

Which his awe-struck eyes had witnessed 

Had been wrought by his own arrow, 

Silver arrow from a far land, 

Fashioned by the skill of Pale-Face, 

Gift of Pale-Face Weroanza 

To a race she willed to conquer. 

All his hatred of the Pale-Face, 
Fed by fear and superstition, 
To him made this sudden vision 
Seem an omen of the future, 

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THE SILVER ARROW 73 

When the Red Man, like the White Doe, 
Should give place unto the Pale-Face, 
And the Indian, like the white mist, 
Fade from out his native forest. 
All his courage seemed to weaken 
With the dread of dark disaster ; 
And with instincts strong for safety 
Fled he from the place in terror. 

Love hath not the fear of danger, 

And O-kis-ko's faith in magic 

Kept him brave to meet the changes 

Which had each so quickly followed. 

For he saw the human maiden 

Where had stood the living White Doe ; 

And he knew his hazel arrow, 

Charmed with all We-nau-don's magic, 

Had restored the lost W T i-no-na 

To reward his patient loving. 

But the conflict of two arrows, 
Bringing death unto the maiden, 
Was a deep and darksome myst'ry 
Which his ignorance could not fathom. 
All the cause of his undoing 
Saw he in the silver arrow ; 



74 THE SILVER ARROW 

So with true love's tireless effort, 
Quick he strove to break its power. 

From her heart he plucked the arrow, 
Hastened to the magic water, 
Hoping to destroy the evil 
Which had stilled the maiden's pulses. 
In the sparkling spring he laid it 
So no spot was left uncovered, 
So the full charm of the water 
Might act on the blood-stained arrow. 

As the blood-stains from it melted, 
Blood of Pale-Face shed by Red Man, 
Slowly, while he watched and waited, 
All the sparkling water vanished ; 
Dry became the magic fountain, 
Leaving bare the silver arrow. 

Was it thus the spell would weaken 
Which had wrought his love such evil? 
Would she be again awakened 
When he sought her in the thicket? 
Must he shoot this arrow at her 
To restore her throbbing pulses ? 



THE SILVER ARROW 75 

Must he seek again We-nau-don 
To make warm her icy beauty? 

While he of himself sought guidance, 
Sought to know the hidden meaning 
Of the mysteries he witnessed ; 
Lo ! another mystic wonder 
Met his eyes as he sat musing. 

From the arrow made by Pale-Face, 
As th' enchanted water left it, 
Sprang a tiny shoot with leaflets 
Pushing upward to the sunlight 

Did the arrow dry the fountain 

With the blight of death it carried? 

Or in going, had the water 

Left a charm upon the arrow? 

Did the heart-blood of the Pale-Face 

From the arrow in the water 

Cause the coming of the green shoot, 

Which reached upward to the sunlight? 

All O-kis-ko's love and courage 
Could not give him greater knowledge. 
Savage mind could not unravel 
All the meaning of this marvel. 



76 THE SILVER ARROW 

Fear forbade him touch the arrow 

Lest he should destroy the green shoot; 

So he left the tender leaflets 

Reaching upward to the sunlight, 

Sought again the lifeless maiden 

For whose love his soul had hungered ; 

Knelt beside her in the forest, 

With the awe of death upon him, 

Which in heathen as in Christian 

Moves the human soul to worship. 

All his faith in savage magic 
Turned to frenzy at his failure ; 
And the helplessness of mortals 
Pressed upon him like a burden ; 
While a mighty longing seized him 
For a knowledge of the Unknown, 
For a light to pierce the Silence 
Into which none enter living. 
And unconsciously his spirit 
Rose in quest of Might Supernal, 
Which should rule both dead and living, 
Leaving naught to chance or magic ; 
Which should seize the throbbing pulses 
Ebbing from a dying mortal, 
And create a higher being 



THE SILVER ARROW 77 

Free from thrall of earthly nature ; 
Almost grasping in his yearning 
Knowledge of the God Eternal, 
In whose hand the earth lies helpless, 
In whose heart all souls find refuge. 

But no light came to O-kis-ko ; 

Still the burden pressed upon him, 

And a pall of hopeless yearning 

Wrapped his soul in voiceless sorrow 

As he gazed upon the maiden 

With death's mysteries enfolded. 

Then he made upon her bosom 

The strange Cross-Sign she had taught him ; 

From his shoulders took the mantle 

Made of skins of many sea-gulls, 

Gently wrapped the maiden in it, 

Heaped the tinted leaves about her ; 

Leaving all his own life's brightness 

With her where the shadows darkened. 

* * * 

* * * * * 

Thus the ancient legend runneth, with its plaint 

of hopeless doom, 
Bearing in its heart the fragrance of the Truth's 

enduring bloom, 



78 THE SILVER ARROW 

Standing in the light of knowledge, where de- 
veloped ages meet, 
We can read the mystic omens which O-kis-ko's 

eyes did greet. 
And to us they seem the symbols of what coming 

ages brought, 
Realization gives the answer, which in vain the 

Savage sought. 
For we know the silver arrow, fatal to all 

sorcery, 
Was the gleaming light of Progress speeding 

from across the sea, 
Before which the Red Man vanished, shrinking 

from its silvery light 
As the magic waters yielded to the silver arrow's 

blight. 
And the tiny shoot with leaflets, by the sunlight 

warmed to life, 
Was the Vine of Civilization in the wilderness 

of strife ; 
With no friendly hand to tend it, yet it grew 

midst slight and wrong, 
Taking root in other places,* — growing green, 

and broad, and strong, 

* Jamestown and Plymouth Rock. 



THE SILVER ARROW 79 

Till its vigor knew no weakness, with its branches 

flower-fraught, 
Till a prosp'rous land it sheltered where th' 

oppressed a refuge sought, 
Till its fruit made all who labored 'neath its 

shade both bold and free, 
Till a people dwelt beneath it strong to meet 

their destiny. 

Now beneath its spreading branches dwells a 

nation brave and free, 
Raising glad, triumphant paeans for the boon of 

Liberty ; 
Holding fast the Holy Cross-Sign, — Lleirs of Duty 

and of Light, — 
Still they speed the arrow, Progress, on its civilizing 

flight ; 
Keeping bright the Fires of Freedom, where Man, 

Brotherhood may know, 
For God's breath upon the altar keeps the sacred 

flame aglow. 



APPENDIX 



Note a. — "We viewed the land about us, being where 
we first landed very sandy and low towards the water side, 
but so full of grapes as the very beating and surge of the 
sea overflowed them, of which we found such plenty, as 
well there as in all places else, both on the sand and on 
the green soil, on the hills as in the plains, as well on 
every little shrub, as also climbing towards the tops of 
high cedars, that I think in all the world the like abun- 
dance is not to be found." — First voyage of Amadas and 
Bar/owe, 1584. From Hakluyt. 

Note b. — "The second of July we found shoal water, 
where we smelled so sweet and so strong a smell as if we 
had been in the midst of some delicate garden abounding 
with all kinds of odoriferous flowers, by which we were 
assured that the land could not be far distant." — First 
voyage of Amadas and Barlowe, 1584. 

Note c. — "Deer, in some places there are great store: 
near unto the seacoast they are of the ordinary bigness 
of ours in England, and some less : but further up into 
the country where there is better feed, they are greater." 
— Harriot' s Report. 

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Note d. — "The Governor (John White) with divers of 
his company, walked to the north end of the island, 
where Master Ralph Lane had his fort, with sundry- 
necessary and decent dwelling houses, made by his men 
about it, the year before, where we hoped to find some 
signs, or certain knowledge of our fifteen men. When 
we» came thither we found the fort razed down, but all 
the houses standing unhurt, saving that the neather rooms 
of them, and also of the fort, were overgrown with melons 
of divers sorts, and deer within them, feeding on those 
melons ; so we returned to our company, without hope 
of ever seeing any of the fifteen alive." — Hakluyt. 



Note e. — "At our first landing they seemed as though 
they would fight with us, but perceiving us begin to march 
with our shot towards them, they turned their backs and 
fled. Then Manteo, their countryman, called to them in 
their own language, whom, as soon as they heard, they 
returned, and threw away their bows and arrows, and 
some of them came unto us embracing and entertaining 
us friendly, desiring us not to gather or spoil any of their 
corn, for that they had but little. We answered them 
that neither their corn nor any other thing of theirs 
should be diminished by any of us, and that our coming 
was only to renew the old love, that was between us and 
them at the first, and to live with them as brethren and 
friends ; which answer seemed to please them well, where- 
fore they requested us to walk up to their town, who there 
feasted us after their manner, and desired us earnestly 



APPENDIX 83 

that there might be some token or badge given them of 
us, whereby we might know them to be our friends," 
etc. 

"And also we understood by them of Croatoan, how 
that the fifteen Englishmen left at Roanoak the year 
before, by Sir Richard Grenville, were suddenly set upon 
by thirty of the men of Secota, Aquoscogoc, and Dasa- 
monguepeuc, in manner following. They conveyed them- 
selves secretly behind the trees, near, the houses where 
our men carelessly lived, and having perceived that of 
those fifteen they could see but eleven only, two of those 
savages appeared to the eleven Englishmen, calling to 
them by friendly signs that but two of their chief men 
should come unarmed to speak with those two savages, 
who seemed also to be unarmed. Wherefore two of the 
chiefest of our Englishmen went gladly to them ; but 
whilst one of those savages traitorously embraced one 
of our men, the other with his sword of wood, which 
he had secretly hidden under his mantle, struck him on 
the head and slew him, and presently the other eight and 
twenty savages shewed themselves ; the other Englishman 
perceiving this, fled to his company, whom the savages 
pursued with their bows and arrows so fast that the English- 
men were forced to take the house, wherein all their 
victuals and weapons were ; but the savages forthwith 
set the same on fire, by means whereof our men were 
forced to take up such weapons as came first to hand, 
and without order to run forth among the savages, with 
whom they skirmished above an hour. In this skirmish 
another of our men was shot into the mouth with an arrow, 



84 APPENDIX 

where he died ; and also one of the savages was shot into 
the side by one of our men, with a wild fire arrow, whereof 
he died presently. The place where they fought was of 
great advantage to the savages, by means of the thick 
trees, behind which the savages through their nimbleness 
defended themselves, and so offended our men with their 
arrows, that our men, being some of them hurt, retired 
fighting to the water side where their boat lay, with which 
they fled towards Hatorask. By that time they had rowed 
but a quarter of a mile, they espied their four fellows 
coming from a creek thereby, where they had been to 
fetch oysters ; these four they received into their boat, 
leaving Roanoak, and landed on a little island on the 
right hand of our entrance into the harbor of Hatorask, 
where they remained awhile, but afterwards departed, 
whither as yet we know not." — Hakluyt. 



Note f. — "The thirteenth of August, our savage, 
Manteo, by the commandment of Sir Walter Raleigh, 
was christened in Roanoak, and called Lord thereof, and 
of Dasamonguepeuc, in reward of his faithful services." 
— Hakluyt. 

Note g. — "The eighteenth, Eleanor, daughter to the 
Governor, and wife to Ananias Dare, one of the assistants, 
was delivered of a daughter, in Roanoak, and the same 
was christened there the Sunday following, and because 
this child was the first Christian born in Virginia, she was 
named Virginia. ' ' — Hakluyt. 



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Note h. — "The twenty-second of August, the whole 
company, both of the assistants and planters, came to 
the Governor, and with one voice requested him to return 
himself into England, for the better and sooner obtaining 
of supplies and other necessaries for them ; but he refused 
it, and alleged many sufficient causes why he would 
not. . . . The next day, not only the assistants, 
but divers others, as well women as men, began to 
renew their requests to the Governor again, to take upon 
him to return into England for the supplies and dispatch 
of all such things as there were to be done. . . . 
The Governor being at the last, through their extreme 
entreating, constrained to return into England, having 
then but half a day's respite to prepare himself for the 
same, departed from Roanoak the seven and twentieth 
of August in the morning, and the same day about mid- 
night came aboard the Fly -boat who already had weighed 
anchor, and rode without the bar, the admiral riding by 
them, who but the same morning was newly come thither 
again. The same day both the ships weighed anchor and 
set sail for England." — Hakluyt. 

Note k. — "Our boats and all things filled again, we 
put off from Hatorask, being the number of nineteen 
persons in both boats ; but before we could get to the 
place where our planters were left, it was so exceeding 
dark, that we overshot the place a quarter of a mile, 
where we espied towards the North end of the island the 
light of a great fire through the woods to the which we 
presently rowed : when we came right over against it we 



86 APPENDIX 

let fall our grapnel near the shore, and sounded with a 
trumpet a call, and afterwards many familiar English 
tunes of songs, and called to them friendly ; but we had 
no answer, we therefore landed at daybreak, and coming 
to the fire we found the grass and sundry rotten trees 
burning about the place. From hence we went through 
the woods to that part of the island directly over against 
Dasamonguepeuc, and from thence we returned by the 
water side round about the north point of the island, 
until we came to the place where I left our colony in the 
year 1586. In all this way we saw in the sand the print 
of the savages' feet of two or three sorts trodden in the 
night ; and as we entered up the sandy bank, upon a 
tree, in the very brow thereof, were curiously carved these 
fair Roman letters C. R. O., which letters presently we 
knew to signify the place where T should find the planters 
seated, according to a secret token agreed upon between 
them and me at my last departure from them ; which 
was, that in any way they should not fail to write or 
carve on the trees or posts of the doors the name of the 
place where they should be seated ; for at my coming 
away they were prepared to remove from Roanoak fifty 
miles into the main. Therefore at my departure from 
them in An. 1587, I willed them that if they should 
happen to be distressed in any of those places, that then 
they should carve over the letters or name, a cross f in 
this form ; but we found no such sign of distress. . . . 
And having well considered of this, we passed towards 
the place where they were left in sundry houses, but we 
found the houses taken down, and the place very strongly 



APPENDIX 87 

enclosed with a high palisade of great trees, with curtains 
and flankers, very fort-like, and one of the chief trees or 
posts at the right side of the entrance had the bark taken 
off, and five feet from the ground in fair capital letters 
was graven CROATOAN without any cross or sign of 

distress I greatly joyed that I had safely found 

a certain token of their safe being at Croatoan, which is 
the place where Manteo was born, and the savages of 
the island our friends." — From Governor White s account 
of his voyage in search of the colonists, after the defeat 
of the Spanish Armada. Hakluyt, Vol. III. 

Note /. — "We brought home also two of the savages, 
being lusty men, whose names were Wan-ches-e and 
Man-te-o." — First voyage by Amadas and Barlowe. 

Note ;;/. — All authorities agree in the statement that 
the favorite time among the Indians for an attack on an 
enemy was at, or about, daybreak. 

Note n. — " Into this river falls another great river called 
Cipo in which there is found great store of mussels in which 
there are pearls." — Voyage of Amadas and Barlowe. 

"In her ears she had bracelets of pearls, hanging down 
to her middle, and these were of the bigness of good 
pease."— Voyage of Amadas and Barlowe. 

' ' Sometimes feeding on mussels, we found some pearle, 
but it was our hap to meet with ragges, or of a pied colour ; 
not having yet discovered those places where we heard of 
better and more plenty." — Harriot's Report. 



88 APPENDIX 

Note o. — "The manner of making their boats in Vir- 
ginia is very wonderful. For whereas they want instruments 
of iron or others like unto ours, yet they know how to make 
them as handsomely, to sail with where they list in their 
rivers, and to fish withal, as ours. First they choose some 
long and thick tree, according to the bigness of the boat 
which they would frame, and make a fire on the ground 
about the roots thereof, kindling the same by little and 
little with dry moss of trees, and chips of wood that the 
flame should not mount up too high, and burn too much 
of the length of the tree. When it is almost burnt through, 
and ready to fall they make a new fire which they suffer 
to burn until the tree falls of its own accord. Then 
burning off the top and boughs of the tree in such wise 
that the body of the same may retain his just length, 
they raise it upon poles laid over cross wise upon forked 
posts at such a reasonable height as they may handsomely 
work upon it. Then take they off the bark with certain 
shells ; they reserve the innermost part of the bark for 
the nethermost part of the boat. On the other side they 
make a fire according to the length of the body of the 
tree saving at both the ends. That which they think is 
sufficiently burned, they quench and scrape away with 
shells, and making a new fire they burn it again and so 
they continue, sometimes burning and sometimes scraping 
until the boat have sufficient bottoms." — Harriot's Report. 

Note p. — " They are a people clothed with loose mantles 
made of deer skin, and aprons of the same round about 
their middles." — Harriot's Report. 

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APPENDIX 89 

Note s. — "They have commonly conjurers or jugglers, 
which use strange gestures, and often contrary to nature 
in their enchantments : For they be very familiar with 
devils of whom they inquire what their enemies do, or 
other such things." — Harriot's Report. 



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